His open palms ran over her petite figure creating the moans that escaped her smooth lips. He held her body under him knowing that in only hours he would regret ever laying his hands on her. He would regret ever thinking of her lips as they parted in sweet words. He knew that after this, he wouldn’t be able to resist coming back.

A loud shriek floated to where Hermione was seated and she looked out the window. What was only a minute ago a peaceful ground had turned into a war zone. A rush of students ran to the security of their dormitories when she was suddenly grabbed by the familiar hands and dragged up a set of stairs. Despite her hitting and kicking, she was still dragged. Draco threw her onto the couch and looked out the portrait before quickly closing it.